Page 17 of When You're Gone
He stuck his tongue in his cheek and shook his head. She knew just what to say to make him react. But she wasn’t the only one who knew how to tease.
“Hey, V?”
“Yeah?”
“Be a good girl and give me one more pose. Then I’ll put more than my hands all over you.”
Her pupils blew out as his words hit as intended. She slowly trailed her hand down her body, past her navel, and under the sheer lace of her underwear. He watched as she moved her fingers under the fabric, transfixed by the way they faltered slightly when they landed on her clit. When she lifted her head to meet his gaze, he hit the shutter button a few more times, then tossed his phone onto the dresser and stalked to the bed.
He grasped her head in both hands and kissed her breathless. He smoothed one hand down her neck, between her breasts, and down her tummy until he covered the hand she was using to touch herself. Fingers intertwined, they worked together to rub her sweet spot, never breaking their kiss.
When she was panting, Rhett lowered to his knees. He looked up at her in reverence. “Stay just like that,” he instructed. He peeled her panties down her thighs as far as he could, then she unhooked them and tossed them to the side.
His face was directly lined up with her center.Perfection. He blew out a little breath that sent a shiver through her whole body, then he kissed the scar on her lower abdomen.
She ran one hand through his hair and pulled his head closer. With her on the bed and him on his knees, he could come up from beneath her, so he did just that, running both hands up her inner thighs and parting her folds as he licked from her opening to her clit. He repeated the motion, again and again and again, until she was moving her hips in tandem with his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her hips, palming her ass in his hands, and used the leverage to pull himself even closer, growling in satisfaction each time she rocked her hips forward to grind against his face.
She was getting louder now, panting his name with each thrust. He focused on just her clit once she was close, running the tip of his tongue in an arc right over her sensitive bundle of nerves. He continued to ravage her, applying pressure as he moved back and forth.
“Rhett… please.”
At her plea, he sucked her clit into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. That was all it took for her to shatter. An orgasm ripped through her so intensely her legs shook. He kept his mouth on her center, closing his lips around her to create more suction as she rode out her release.
He pulled back to meet her gaze, only to find a hazy, sated look on her face. God, he loved this woman. “You good, beautiful?”“Sogood,” she crooned, dropping back onto the bed and propping up on her elbows. She gave him a look—thatlook—that had him pulling off his shirt without unbuttoning it and shoving down his pants and boxers in one fluid motion.
He reached down and stroked his cock, watching her take him in.
“Come here,” she urged, tilting her chin in invitation. In an instant, he was crawling up the bed, desperate to please her.
He caged his arms around her head and bowed low to kiss her. “What do you want, V?”
“I want to feel my husband inside me.”
He thrust his hips forward and pushed right up against her entrance. “Say it again,” he instructed as he reached over into the nightstand for a bottle of lube.
“I want”—she kissed his lips—“to feel”—she pushed her hips up against his dick—“myhusband”—she scraped her nails against his bare back—“inside me.” She kissed him again, deeply this time, their mutual urgency and wanting cresting past the point of no return.
He flipped the lid off the lube and drizzled a generous amount into the apex of her thighs, then guided his dick through the cold liquid, coating his entire length and teasing her in the process. He knew she had to be hypersensitive from the way he had just sucked her to climax. His suspicions were confirmed when she shuddered as the crown of his cock rubbed over her clit.
“Hey, V?”
“Yeah?” she panted, breathless.
He blew out a shaky breath. He could barely keep his wits about him when she sounded so desperate for what he wanted to give her. But he also wanted to make tonight extra special.
“I have an idea. What if you could feel meandwatch me inside you?”
“I have no idea what that means, but I want it. Please, Rhett… I need you.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he kissed the soft skin of her stomach before righting himself. “Stay there. Give me one minute.”
She whimpered her annoyance at the loss of contact.
He smirked as he turned away from her in search of his phone. He found it on the dresser, then moved across the room to grab hers from the nightstand.
“Everhett…” she warned in a breathy plea.
